Valee
Lyricist: DRAM, Valee & ChaseTheMoney Composer: DRAM, Valee & ChaseTheMoney
And I'm so for real about you
I poured up a six again
With a bad, bad bitch again
Ain’t no tellin' what she on
When, when we done with this again
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Find a bitch that's thick like this again
I congratulate you on my own
Buy designer shit like this again
Hope you not tryna run up, ‘cause then
I won’t hesitate to shoot this bitch
All this dope I got, all this dope I got
It still ain't as dope as you
Still ain't as dope as you
Hit the streets, stay out
Sip that lean, knockout
Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you)
W-wanna stack up your Benjamins
But you can’t get set back and shit
So you caught a flat on your Benz again
Dropped it off, got it fixed again
Versace draws on your bitch again
Got her on her paws like a pit again
Ran off on your plug, oh you did him in
Oh nah, she ain’t from here, she not citizen
(Not from here at all)
All this guap I got, all this guap I got
I just might throw it on you
Just might throw it on you
Gave my son all my 10s again
Savin' all his ones again
Taught him how to shoot a nine
Walked in Gucci, bought a nine in men’s
Hit the streets, stay out
Sip that lean, knockout
Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you)
And I’m so for real about you (So for real about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you)
Made my old bottom bitch my bottom bitch again
Got her back addicted to my wisdom and this dick again
I got rich two times in one lifetime, finna get rich again
Think it's ‘bout that time because my palms gettin' that itch again
I can't rub it off, pink molly look like raw chicken skin
If you see me grindin' up my teeth, I'm on that thizz again
If you see a ho walkin' with me, we friends with benefits
Bitch it's what you think, but what you think is not my business
No, it's not at all, ayy, ayy
All this guap, all this drip, watch it drop on your bitch
I get paid a scholarship, just for playing colleges
School of hard knocks, big facts, that part
Pools of Wockhardt, my heart won't start
Sentiment, I don't really show it, all I know is grind and get it in
I done seen so many fuckin' commas for my penmanship
I'ma keep my left hand to that pad ‘til it fall off
For the love of music and the Benjamins, uh
Hit the streets, stay out
Sip that lean, knockout
Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you)
W-wanna stack up your Benjamins
W-wanna stack up your Benjamins
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney